Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Mars,
Cluster,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.